Beauty in life
It takes years to come to light
Another year and it is lost and flung aside
Beauty in strife
Respiratory failures
And the medicines and studies to keep you alive

Scared of dying young
And a fear of dying old and alone
But if you could choose the day
Don’t pretend to know because you’d just let it go

Beauty in crime
Wait ’til somebody dies
So you can take their heart or liver to survive
Beauty in time
Waiting patiently your turn
And all the people lying their way to the front of the line
But if it’s out and maybe you’re just late
And your cells are dying deaths that cannot be replaced

Scared of dying young
And a fear of dying old and alone
But if you could choose the day
Don’t pretend to know because you’d just let it go

Ugliness tries to grab you by the neck
Intertwine itself with life and tries to get ahead
And you can be sure that it will come to visit
It will try its best to send you running scared
But if you fight, you can finish what your parents started
Or fight because you’ve still got some fight left

Scared of dying free
And a fear of dying bound
Scared of being brave
And a fear of crying out
Scared but we all want you to be happy and prepared

Beauty in life
It takes years to come to life
The knowledge that whether you’re wrong or you’re right
We all die
The difference is whether you give up
Or you stand up tall and look it in the eye